when the baby's lifted, I still feel all of her ;miniature veins and soft,chalky bones, and all this heaviness, still locked deep inside my chest.
arms sprawling my chest, their fingers that scratch my neck and pull my hair. heels digging into my stomach. still a swirling i feel, like legs kicking and climbing nothing there.
& a head that rolls and dips
and lips that mumble to my cheek, whispering yawns to warm my collarbone ,
and strange eyes, grey and deep. Alone, but they still remember the home
where everylivingthing on earth came from.